I swipe my hands together and nod. That’s done.
Since Milo already had so much, we sold pretty much all of our furniture. There was no point in bringing it here, except for a few sentimental items that I couldn’t part with.
I get downstairs where Milo is unpacking a box. He removes a wooden box that has my initials engraved on the top, and I freeze. Peter gave me that on the day of our wedding. He wanted us to fill it with memories. However, instead of memories, it’s where his ashes are contained.
“Sweetheart? Where do you want to put this box?” Milo asks.
I step forward, touching the lid. “I wasn’t sure what to do with this.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Peter.”
Milo covers my hand with his. “Why don’t we keep this on the mantle? He’s part of our family, and I never want you or the kids to feel as though I’m trying to replace him. If it weren’t for Peter, Ava and Parker wouldn’t be. If things didn’t happen the way they did, you never would’ve worked for Cal, and I never would’ve met you. I owe my entire life’s happiness to him, and he’s always welcome in our home.”
My other hand rests on his cheek. “Why do you always say the perfect thing?”
His eyes lock on mine. “Because you’re the perfect woman for me. Our hearts aren’t two beating as one. They’re the same heart that finally found it’s rhythm. Now . . .” he smiles. “Go grab a box and get to work. I’m going to need a rub down later.”
And that’s my Milo. Sweet, sexy, and a smartass who stole my heart.
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